Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1887-04-21
A Grandfather For Sale.

It's all very we'll for you Cabot, to
quote that trite remark about rank be-
ing only the guinea's stamp. You
know as we'll as / do that the social
guinea-here in Boston, of all places
must be stamped before it will 60 into
circulation. Society strongly resembles
retail trade ia this one particular. Let
me offer lump Of the purest gold to
any small dealer as payment for the
goods have bought of him, and he
would at once say he'd rather haYe the
dirtiest bank Eote in town than my un-
stamped metal +; wouldn't he p
We'll, 1 suppose he would. If we
were in a more primitive state of ex-
istence the yellow metal, as it came
from mother earth. would satisfy our
greed Now it has to be vouched for
as gold before it can take its proper po-
sition among the other circulating me-
diums.'
Exactly so And as we are not in
a primitive state, but very highly
cultured one, for example. 1need to
have stamp before can pass muster.
All the wealth my Midas Of a father
left to me will not take me more than
just so far get l dress according to
the laws of to-day, don't eat with my
knife, know how to raise my hat to a
lady in short, / fatter myself that
l make fairly good appearance. But
I have no grandfather worth speaking
of y And though there was mock pa
thos in his tone, Maxwell Jennings
meant more of what he said than he
would have been willing his companion
should suspect.
Edgar Cabot glanced at him a little
contemptuously then he allowed his
eyes to wander enviously around the
luxurious appointments of Maxwell's
rooms. Everything bespoke an abund-
ance of both money and taste on the
part of the one who resided there. A
casual observer would never have sup.
posed that man who could appreciate
the engravings and books which crowd
ed the walls and tables was mush-
room of an hour, the son of..a man who
bad amassed a large fortune by the
manufacture of rum and judicious
speculations in stocks and mines. The
moment that Tom Jennings's business
and all other possessions fell into his
sons hands. that young man sold the
obnoxious distilleries and went abroad
for three years to finish the studies his
father had sent him there 10 begin.
Old Tom Jennings had the sense to
know that be could never aspire to any
higher position in life than the one he
was born into I; but he was determin-
ed to make Max gentleman and so
far as cultivation and study could do
it, he succeeded.
by Jupiter. Jennings, if | had a
ti.he of your money wouldn't care a
picayune if l hadn't grandfather u
sighed Cabot, whose bank account was
as short as his pedigree was long.
And I, Cabot, would give hundred
thousand dollars this minute if | had
one of your dignified ancestors Jen-
nings answered earnestly. Yes, I'd
give it gladly il in any way l could
claim great or grandfather of
note
"A fellow has a perfect right to sell
what is indubitably his own, hasn't
he p asked Cabot. thoughtfnlly.
OF course he has,
Il, as everyone knows, am the last of
my line of the Cabots. I am badly in
want of money you think yourself
or, Ito be more exact, DR.. and Mrs.
Randall think you-badly in want of
ancestors. What will you give me for.
say old Colonel Cabot The one, you
know, who was killed in King Philips
war;